A Long Walk

A Long Walk

Chapter One: Beth Captured

Although Beth had been raised on a farm, she had been a spoilt and rather lazy child. He parents worked hard to ensure that she was comfortable, even though they weren't particularly wealthy. As a result of her parent's pampering, Beth was overweight, but only slightly. She was definitely full-figured though. Her ass was wonderfully rounded, and her thighs were broad and soft, as was her pale belly. She spent most of her time indoors, and as a result, her skin was white and smooth, particularly around her large, full breasts. Because she was young, her breasts were firm, despite their size. In fact, her breasts were perfect, firm enough to be attractive, yet large enough to be easily manipulated. Her aureoles were large and pale pink, forming a nice combination with her white skin, and her upper body was completed by her nipples, which sat small and hard in the center of each breast. Her tits were also incredibly sensitive, something she knew from her frequent masturbation sessions. Her favourite technique was to use one hand to stroke her tits and play with her nipples, while using the other to finger her pussy. So far, masturbation, and a few clumsy groping sessions with a boy from her local high school had been her only sexual experiences, and Beth was hoping the college would provide more opportunities.

Besides masturbation, the only other physical activity Beth enjoyed was walking. She used to walk to school when she had attended the school in the center of town, and now that she had graduated she spent a lot of time walking in the shadier parts of her parents' farm. As a result of this, her legs were large, but toned, rather than muscular. Although she didn't know it, she had a wonderful, plump pussy, with full, heavy lips. Unfortunately, she kept them hidden behind a thick bush of red-brown hair. Her neglect of her pussy was her only lapse in grooming though, and she kept the rest of her body smooth and soft. She also looked after her face. She had light red hair which she kept in a simple ponytail, pale pouting lips, blue-green eyes and a down-turned nose; pretty, but not exceptional features.

Beth's summer holiday, her last before college, had been dull so far. Her walks around her farm had become increasingly routine, and so she decided to begin exploring the woods around her house for more exiting walks. Her farm lay on the border of an old forest, and she could see the start of several paths from her bedroom window. One morning, with the sun already baking, she set out. She was dressed in a light blue tank top with a picture of a sunflower printed over her tits, and a small pair of khaki shorts. She didn't wear panties, but had to wear a bra to support her huge tits as she walked. She planned to walk through the old forest, until she came out the other side, then follow the road back to town. However, she had no idea of the length of the path and soon ran out of water. She tried to turn back, but lost her bearings and spent two hours wandering aimlessly through the forest. Her bare shoulders were crisscrossed with scratches from the low branches, and her body was slick with sweat as she plunged further into the woods. Eventually, exhausted and scared, she sank back against a boulder on the side of the path and passed out.

She was woken by a hand pinching her flesh. She felt strong fingers gather a thick section of skin from where her belly was exposed between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her top. The fingers pinched her painfully, but their owner seemed satisfied with what he felt. "She'll do well, got just the right body," the owner of the finger said. Beth assumed that he was talking to someone else, although she was still too weak to raise her head and look. The man who was examining her also stood out of her sight, but Beth felt his fingers touching her again, this time slipping under the sodden waistband of her shorts and brushing to top of her pubic hair. "We'll have to do something about this though," he said, softly this time, so only Beth could hear it. "Come on cow, time to get moving." His voice was hard and business-like, and Beth was afraid to disobey, but she felt too weak to move. She pawed the ground meekly and tried to ask for water, but her tongue was so swollen and her throat so dry that the only sound that came out was a ragged grunt.

Her overseer was displeased by her laziness. His hand was still lodged down the front of her shorts, and with a short sharp movement of his fingers, he plucked a bunch of pussy-hairs from the edge of her cunt. Beth twitched violently in response to the pain. It had woken her slightly, and she was able to look up at her abuser for the first time.

Beth's wide, fearful eyes met the man's cold flat ones. "Stand up," he said simply, and once again his voice made Beth want to obey. This time, her desire to obey was combined with memory of the painful consequences of failing to do so. Unsteadily, she climbed to her feet. "Very good cow," she heard the man's voice clearly, although she could hardly stand up straight, "Now remove your shirt." Beth was on the verge of collapsing, yet the command seemed so forceful that she obeyed without even realizing. Her hands began to slide the hem of her shirt up over her smooth round belly. It was only when she reached the underside of her large white bra that she regained her self-control. She quickly covered herself, and stared at the ground. "Cow," the man said, and Beth instinctively looked up at him fast enough to catch a faint smile on his lips, "You were given an order." He stood in front of her, and she looked at the ground again. "Do you remember what happens when you don't follow orders?" he asked, his hand brushing the outside of her shorts, over her pussy. "Please give me some water," Beth managed to croak, but the hand caressing her crotch suddenly slid between her thighs a captured her pussy-lips in a strong pinch.

Beth's body went ridged again. The man then loosened his grip, but kept a light hold on her lips. He noticed that her crotch was damp. It was mostly sweat, but some of the moisture was caused by Beth's arousal. She would be a better choice than expected. "Take off your shirt," he said again. This time, Beth was fully conscious as she lifted her shirt over her shoulders and dropped it onto the ground. "Now your bra" he said. Beth opened her mouth to protest, remained silent when she felt the man's grip on her pussy tighten slightly. Instead of protesting, she slowly reached back to unclip her bra, an action made difficult by her unsteadiness and size. She was so unsteady that she had difficulty keeping her balance as she slid the straps from her shoulders, and her breasts jiggled deliciously as she fought to remain upright.

Eventually, she got free from the garment and dropped it next to her shirt. Her breasts hung ripely before her overseer, and it was so hot that they were already covered with a light sheen of sweat. She was too humiliated and scared to look at the man, yet she was unable to see the ground past her tits. Beth stood in the hot sun, her arms crossed over her stomach, staring at her huge, oily globes. She felt terrified, mainly because she was so aroused.

The man was also admiring her body, and was evidently pleased with her. "Good cow," he spoke as he lightly caressed one of her nipples, and Beth's face burned with shame as she felt the bud become erect beneath his fingers. The man smiled briefly at her involuntary arousal, before viciously twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The pain was almost as bad as the pain in her pussy earlier, and Beth yelped and tried to cover her tits with her arms. As she raised her arms however, the man placed his other hand firmly against her pussy. His left hand remained holding her teat, and by now the mere touch of his hands reminded Beth of the consequences of disobedience.

Beth dropped her hands to her side, allowing the man an unrestricted view of her impressive assets. The hand that had been tormenting her nipple traced faint circles around her aureole, causing more moisture to seep from her pussy, before sliding underneath her breast and lifting it upwards. The man cupped her other breast with the hand that had been resting between her thighs. He looked clinical as he balanced her breasts lightly on his palms, testing their weight. The slight movement of his hands caused her tit-flesh to wobble, and her cheeks to turn a deeper shade of red.

The man concluded his inspection with a final painful tweak of her nipples. He made some notes in a black notebook before measuring Beth's thighs and waist with a tape measure. Beth had always been self-conscious of her stomach, because it was large and round and hung slightly over the waistband of her shorts, and the man smiled as he took her measurements. "Don't worry cow, you'll be burning this off soon enough," he said as he fondled her belly." He then inspected her teeth, which were strong and healthy, and her eyes, which were also fine. He made some final notes in his book, before kneeling and reaching into the pack her had brought with him.

When he stood up, Beth almost fainted for the second time that day. This time, however, her faintness was caused by shock, and her shock was caused by seeing the objects that the man removed from his pack. There were two sets of manacles, slightly different from each other. The smaller set consisted of a steel collar, with wrist cuffs attached to either side by short lengths of chain. The collar would force the wearer to stand with her hands almost locked behind her head, and her elbows jutting forward. It was also studded with a variety of smaller loops, to which more chains or other devices could be attached. The second set consisted of a pair of ankle cuffs linked by about a foot of chain. There was a larger collar for her waist, and the ankle cuffs were connected to the waist-collar by another short length of length of chain, so that the wearer would be forced to take small shuffling steps when she walked.

Beth was unable to take her eyes off the chains, but was also unable to think clearly through her fear. She watched numbly as the man locked her chubby ankles into the cuffs. He tested the restraints to make sure they were locked securely, then rose and fastened the larger collar around her waist. Despite its size, the collar was slightly too small for her ample waist, causing her stomach to bulge obscenely over its edges. The man stepped back to admire his work so far, then stepped forward and roughly yanked the chain linking Beth's waist and ankle cuffs, causing her to stumble forward. Quickly, he moved behind her and fastened the smaller collar around her neck. Beth was still off balance, and she felt his rough hand slip around her waist and cradle her soft belly as he held her upright. His fingers stroked the edge of her waist-shackle, lingering on the bulging flesh that spilled over its sides. "Wrists," the man commanded while still standing behind her, and Beth, whose body seemed to be responding automatically to his commands, weakly raised both of her wrists. She felt each one being cuffed to the side of her collar, and heard her overseer whisper "Good cow" in her ear. Then, because she had been a good cow this time, her obedience was rewarded by the man running his hands up her stomach until he was once again cradling her tits. This time, however, instead of weighing them, he supported them lightly with his palms while slowly stroking her nipples and aureoles with his thumbs. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body as the man skillfully manipulated her erect teats. Lost in her pleasure, she tried to grind her ass against the man's crotch, but he stepped neatly aside. Beth lost her balance and sat down heavily, her breasts heaving with arousal and her faced streaked with sweat.

Her arousal left her feeling even more dazed than she had before. She was exhausted, practically immobile, and looked up at the man with a mixture of shame, fear and longing. The position of her arms pushed her breasts together, so that it looked as if she were offering them to her overseer. Perhaps she was, in the hope that they would receive more of the pleasuring they had just had, but the man seemed to have had his fun for now. The business-like tone returned and he ordered her to stand. This she managed with great difficulty, and even then only after the man had given her waist-chain a sharp tug upwards. "A bit slow, but you'll improve soon enough. Now walk." He commanded. Beth, although terrified, honestly believed that she could walk no further without water. "Please," she croaked, the first words she had spoken since the man began punishing her, "I need some water." The man walked over to his pack. He didn't look angry, but Beth could tell from his expression that it had been a mistake to speak. He knelt over his bag and once again removed two objects. The first was hidden from Beth's view, but the second one gave her hope, it being a small black flask. The man stood in front of her and raised the flask. She though he was going to pour the water down her throat, and eagerly opened her mouth. The man smiled, before producing the object actually intended for her mouth. It was a steel ring-gag, with a black leather strap that fastened with a tiny lock. Before Beth realized what was happening, he had slipped the ring into her mouth and locked the straps behind her head.

Beth's eyes widened when she realized what had happened, and she began to struggle violently against her restraints. Because her hands were cuffed to her neck, she was able to reach behind her head and grab at the clasp for the gag. However, the clasp could not be opened without the key, and the man watched with amusement as Beth tried in vain to free herself. Her mouth, forced open by the gag, was a perfect circle of shock, and tears begun to stream from her eyes as she realized that she was unable to close her mouth, or even speak. Her voice was reduced to a gurgling whimper, and she could feel saliva beginning to collect on her lower lip. She stared pathetically at her overseer, her eyes begging him to remove the gag, but the man's face was cold. "If you don't learn some manners soon, cow, I shall be forced to teach you" he said simply. Then he wet his hand from the flask and splashed some water over Beth's hot, damp face. Beth stuck her tongue through the gag and managed to collect a few drops. They were salty, from being mixed with her sweat, but she was unable to swallow because of the gag. Then she lowered her red eyes to the ground once again and stood, awaiting her next order.

The man placed his hand between her shoulders and gently pushed her forward. Beth stumbled a few steps ahead of the man, and stopped. As soon as she did so, she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her lower back. Glancing back at the man, she saw that he was holding a small leather whip, about three feet long. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the whip snaking towards Beth's exposed flesh where it licked her lower back with a short, sharp snap. The pain was intense, and Beth turned away from it and began to stumble blindly through the woods, with her overseer following close behind. Her progress was difficult because of her leg shackles, and she was unable to keep her exposed flesh from being scratched by the vegetation but she was driven on by occasional flicks from the whip and eventually made it to a resting spot. She was panting heavily through her gag, and the saliva that had been collecting on her lower lip had begun to run over her lip and down her chin. She was allowed only a few seconds rest before being forced onwards, and she crashed forwards through the forest, tormented by pain and fatigue.